She slips the sandals off her feet

Her sundress is dirty

She has flowers in her hair

I’m watching as her feet touch the grass

The delight of this grounding is evident

I hear her humming

She starts to swirl and spin

Dancing towards the wildflower patch

Picking flowers and holding them in her hand

She is talking now, to herself

“Excuse me, Yaya, I have a surprise”

She tells stories of adventures and ideas

She is building a fantasy

The way children should be free to do

“Guess what I did Yaya, I climbed that tree

You know the one I was afraid of before”

She then spins a tale of bravery

Of rescuing a baby fox

How she and her brothers

Have built a fort

She can’t wait till her Yaya comes and sees

“Where have you been Yaya” she says

Then she sits down on the ground

Somehow her thoughts have gotten heavy

She wonders in silence

She lays down and watches the clouds go by

Her hands weave the ivy around the stems

She asks the wind where has her Yaya gone

“Did I do something wrong

Mommy seems sad, Its different now

Why didn’t we come see you for Christmas

No one will tell me why

Why didn’t you come to my brothers birthday party

Are you mad at us Yaya

I don’t know how to feel about you now Yaya

I can’t remember what you look like

Please come back and make everything better”

Then her tears come and I watch her shake

She collects herself and her flowers

Starts back home

Puts on her sandals

No more humming

I watch this sad little one

Carry the weight of the world upon her shoulders

She’s too young to carry such a load

Things have changed

The world isn’t safe and she knows it

She fades out of my sight

I long to run to her

I long to wrap my arms around her

Around them all

But I can only imagine them

From where I stand

Never has a time like this existed in history

Where the tribe is broken so easily

But I do believe in miracles

For all those who are crushed

Under the weight of brokenness

Try harder, change for the better

Keep your arms open wide

Maybe someday soon

There will be a flower crown

Placed upon your head

By little hands

Made with love and hope

‘Be the change you want to see’

And the universe will back you up

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Little hands, I’m looking for you too!! I love you all with all my heart!

I have sunk to the bottom of the pond

There is only sediment there

Sludge from past storms

Decaying plant matter

Leaves that once were on trees soaking in the light

Their time to soak in the sun and dance in the wind long over

Now gunk mingled with more dead things

Whose time has passed

There is no oxygen here

At the bottom of the pond

My body settles on this decaying matter

Slowly blinking I see little glimmers of sun

Dancing on the surface

Kind of reminds me of a tap dance

There must be a breeze

Breaking the stillness of the water

I wonder how long I can hold my breathe down here

I feel my lungs banging at my chest

But strangely the fear and anger that led me here

No longer exist

It’s very existential

Grounded here in this human existence

A crisis of want

The want of meaning for life

This car crash sent me flying through the air

Into this pond

Where I now dwell for whatever moments are left

It’s funny, I’m such a fighter

At least I was

Now in this time I know

It would have been better for me

To be deaf, blind and mute

Perhaps then I would have

Heard, seen and spoken

A language that people could understand

Ah well, can’t hold out forever

I gasp and inhale this toxic sludge

It’s not so bad

It won’t be long now

I will soon join the sludge

And its ok, if this is my destiny

For when you find yourself in a place like this

You know you have no power

You must yield to fate

The darkness has come

And I accept the time has come

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What’s going on

I’m heaving and choking

Emptying my stomach on the ground

I sleep, I wake up

I hear voices

I am being carried away

Blankets are on me

I hear voices and see faces

Concerned they are talking to me

I’m in shock

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Many days have passed since that accident

I am clean and in a warm bed

People are helping me

IV’s are feeding me

Doctors are checking on me

Nurses are comforting me

I sleep more

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Today I woke up and wondered

I asked what happened

They said I was driving on the wrong side of the road

I try to remember

I do remember

Oh My God, I see me crying

I was yelling and hurt and hopeless

I’d lost my way and felt too much pain

I wasn’t paying attention because I did not care

What was there left to live for

That is what I felt

I can’t remember anything after that except

Falling through the water

I remember the soft cold sludge

I remember I couldn’t move

I think I was caught under something

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How did you find me, I asked

The nurses looked at each other

Then one of them leaned in close and said

It was a miracle really

People were gathered around the pond

You were seen flying through the air

You landed in the middle of the pond

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Oh my God, how did I let this happen

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The truck driver who was abnormally tall and strong

Moved at an incredible speed into that pond

Actually, this is going to be hard to comprehend

He walked on the water, knelt down

Then reached his strong arm down

He lifted you up out of the water

Walked across the water

Just as the ambulance was arriving

He handed you over

There was so much commotion that no-one saw where he went

He just disappeared

So did the truck

Without a trace

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I was hurt, so hurt

I foolishly gave into deep anger and fear

I lost my way

But I’ve been given a second chance

The chance to life in forgiveness

In knowledge and understanding

The purpose of life is to love and be loved

And that’s what I’m going to do

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Something in the way

The world around me has shifted

There is a reckoning in my mind

A calculation of time passed and time yet to come

It’s flying by, swirling all around me

I am the summation of my experiences

I am the projection of my energies

Looking out the window of my conscience

I know that every moment coming counts

Waste not, want not

Time has been squandered far too much

Staying here, in this moment

I can feel the passion I have for my loved ones

That love fuels me to press on and reach up

There is more, so much more

And I want to follow the trail that leads me to it

Ambition to expand and contract

Thoughts heat up, thoughts cool down

All creation begins with thought

If you pay too much attention

The thoughts of others will act as a firehose

Washing away your own

Leaving you empty and lost

We are creators

We expand our horizons when we take risks

We contract our worlds when we live in fear

Maximize and minimize

Until the confidence comes

When your curiosity of others opinions

Replaces your fears of their thoughts

When you know your own mind

All things come into focus

Take that shot

The one where you can see all the detail

The one taken by your minds eye

When it uses a macro lens

All the details become clear

The blur is gone

Time is really the driver

It can heal and it can take away

So grab ahold of the toggles

Steer your parachute

Think about where you want to land

Jump, aim yourself , fly

Soar weightlessly through the sky

Enjoy the ride

Just make sure you

Land on your feet

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Remembering you today.. We all miss you…

The winds are violent

Shifting the desert sand

Transforming the landscape

Erasing the footprints and pathways

A totally new landscape appears after the storm

The valleys and hills have shifted

What once was low is high

The hills brought low by force

Direction is now impossible to discern

Only the sun can reveal

Like a hurricane which has removed the landscape

Leaving souls homeless

So does the desert wind

Everything built dismantled

Standing in the aftermath of destruction

The sun rises and sets on the lost souls

Empty and ready for deliverance

A future not expected now must be imagined

Fear having struck the survivors

They await deliverance from an external source

But it must come from within this time

Many sunrises and sunsets come and go

Still the emptiness of grief and longing

Grip the hearts of those devastated

The dark night of the soul turns to weeks

And deep inside a silence ensues

It has been doing its work

All shred of the past has disappeared

Now a fresh slate has been created

Like a canvas ready for the artist it waits

Until the survivors embrace the newness

Until their minds open up

Like a flower ready to receive the dewdrops

The mind must accept and open

Life is a precarious thing

Once the grip of the memories pass

And the expectation of the future appears

The soul receives great vision

Things which otherwise could not be seen

It is a gift to walk so closely with destruction

Bowled over by her power

One can now see the benefits of such tearing down

A fresh start, a new day appears

One such soul waits for the sun to rise over the horizon

With new expectations

With new hope

What will this sunrise reveal

Here it comes

Standing on the top of a rock

Overlooking the sea

This is the spot she came to

A long journey has brought her here

She walked the long road

She climbed high on this hill

Made of rock she stood upon solid rock

And the power of it resonated in her

Giving her strength

And there it came

The rising of the fire

The sun rose straight into her heart

The artist took the brush

Filled with the colors of life

She reached for the canvas

This new composition

This new life

Is ready to be born

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You were born with a fire in your spirit

Like a wild fire that needed to be tamed

You cannot explain it, you cannot contain it

So you run like the wind

Wherever you feel it you go

The excitement of the chase fills the void

But it never satisfies your longing

Your world has crashed down around you

And you have been building a wall

It’s not safe anymore

Everyone seems to have morphed

Right before your wide eyes open

A nightmare came to pass

Not one but a series

Brick by brick you are building a fortress

Deeper and deeper you dig your holes

All that energy has to come out somehow

Its hard to trust and to remember

The way things were before

When the ground beneath your feet was solid

Not shifting sands of disappointment

The cynic is forming

Growing like a weed in an unattended garden

It’s hard to keep an eye on things

When you are always running away

You feel betrayed and disillusioned

Must stay in control of the voices in your head

The voices of ones you once knew and trusted

Are painful when they express ignornace

Can anyone see you

You turn to strangers to find meaning

Wisdom and safety

But its a wild world, Wild Thing

There are bits and pieces of truth

Locked in words around the world

Revealed in experiences, which you have had many

But some are born to be powerful

That power, to be effective, must be controlled

Lest it burn down the house

Clarity is all you need

To see love and kindness

And to offer forgiveness

Remember all those times of laughter and love

Your tribe adores you

Come home

See the lion lay down with the lamb

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The Sarah Hale Folger Project seeks to inspire greatness in humanity by sharing inspiring stories with the world. Please contact me here on my blog or through my website at http://www.TheArtUniverse.com

Sarah Hale Folger is a Creative Consultant, Artist, Singer and Documentary Film maker. PLEASE make sure to subscribe to her blog today so you never miss the next thing happening in the world the way she sees it! Please feel free to comment, share and please, subscribe to my blog. Thank You.